Bloody Wedding!
Chapter 84 (Swaying Rocking)

Kissky swallowed her saliva, as it was the first time she had received a love statement from the opposite sex.

Even though she was beautiful, no one dared to ask her out, because her speech was spicy and ketus.

“How? Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Zanjiil clasped both hands.

“Do we have to date?” kissky.

“Yes, even though we are married, but we have not passed the courtship session, right?” Zanjiil continues to persuade Kissky to become her lover.

“Really, do you love me?” ask Kissky to make sure.

“Yes, although not completely, but I

want to try to be your girlfriend.” Zanjiil's statement pissed Kissky off.

“Stupid basis!” he was intending to get off the swing, but the agile Zanjiil held him back by holding both of his waist.

“Hei! Where to?”

“You're asleep! Huuh!” Kissky rolled a lazy eye at Zanjiil.

“Yes God, I was just kidding about that, I love you with all my heart!” Zanjiil pulled Kissky's body to sit on her lap.

“Zanjiil, if anyone see how?” Kissky who is afraid of being the subject of the spectacle of others is afraid of the intimacy he did with Zanjiil.

“We just lower the curtains.” said Zanjiil as a solution to his wife's anxiety.

“A-what...” unfinished Kissky talk, Zanjiil Rabbani pulls the curtains that are attached to the pole behind him.

“Wait a minute.” Zanjiil dropped Kissky's body off his lap.

Treeett's...

Zanjiil pulled the cigarette ash curtain that became a cover when anyone rested there.

Kissky swallowed his saliva, as the atmosphere made him very awkward.

“Jiil, don't close, hot know!” Kissky became groggy, because he felt like he was going to run the ritual the first night.

“You have a fever? This cold weather you say hot? Ck!” Zanjiil was sitting right next to Kissky.

“Warm heat?” netra Kissky could not see Zanjiil's face in shame.

“Just open your shirt if it's hot.” said Zanjiil as a suggestion.

“Ih! Crazy you!” peekot Kissky.

“Then I turn off the lights ya!”

The tech!

“Akh! No!”!

The tech!

Kissky turned the lights on.

“You why Ky? Why is it suddenly strange?” The relaxed Zanjiil hugged the body of Kissky next to him.

“Zanjiil, don't move much, later the swing shake...” Kissky was very afraid, if others thought they were both perverts on the bed.

“What's wrong? His name is also swing!” Zanjiil, who rose because he was close to Kissky, gave a kiss on his wife's cheek.

cups!

“Akh! Zanjiil!”

“Why are you so yelling anyway? Normally, we are husband and wife. But you look like someone who wants to be raped! Listen yeah! Whatever flirtatious deeds a married couple does, it will be a reward, so let me save my reward, let me go to heaven.” Zanjiil kissed his wife's face in an irregular manner.

Zanjiil kissed Kissky's face in every inch, until Kissky closed her eyes and held her breath.

“Kissky! You want to die, right?! Breathe normally.” said Zanjiil, but Kissky shook his head.

“Yes already, just hold as much as you can, because I will do more, it's been a long time since we got married, but I haven't given you your rights as a wife.

Deg!

“Do not now!” kissky said while holding Zanjiil's body. He also opened his eyes.

“Why? Are you really not a virgin? That's why you rejected me?” Zanjiil is getting curious to measure Kissky's tunnel.

“Satan! I'm still holy know!” peekot Kissky.

“No way! Basic pervert!” Kissky pushed the body of Zanjiil who was hugging him.

“Contact..” Zanjiil is getting addicted to teasing Kissky whose face is red.

It feels like a normal person, when you and I can joke! Indeed this is what I should have done at my present age, Inner Zanjiil.

“Zanjiil off! I don't want to get pregnant yet! I still want to go to school.” Kissky said.

“We put it out, it won't make you pregnant,” Zanjiil said.

Kissky who does not understand the science of husband and wife scrunched his forehead.

“That, means how?” ask Kissky curious.

“It is difficult to explain it, therefore, practice is the solution, is not in our school mostly practice than theory?”

“That's what you want!”

Plaque! Kissky slapped Zanjiil in the face.

“Can you not, you don't lighten hands? How many times have you hit me?!” pekik Zanjiel's.

“Since you scared me!” Kissky raised his voice at Zanjiil.

“You really are something huh! Feel this!” Zanjiil taught his wife a lesson by kissing Kissky's face again.

“Zanjil! Don't.. the swing is very rocking..” whispered Kissky.

“Bacot!” Zanjiil who wants to share his talent with Kissky, without waiting for a long time frown on his wife's blushing lips.

Kissky flinched, as this was the second time Zanjiil had kissed her lips.

God, why is he hugging me so tight? inner Kissky.

Kissky who can not move his body, just resignedly accept the love attack given by Zanjiil to him.

Zanjiil, who was in his comfort zone, repeatedly sipped and bit his wife's pink tongue. Until Kissky accidentally let out a moaning sound.

“U-umm.. a-ah!” Zanjiil paused the activity without removing her lips that were still on Kissky's lips.

You enjoying? inner Zanjiil.

Then he resumed his unfinished desire.

The shrewd Zanjiil, toying with his wife's taste buds, slowly but surely, he began to direct the bodies of the two of them to fall on the bed.

Nay! I'm still a girl!! I don't want to take care of the kids yet, hiks! inner Kissky.

The tech! zanjiil level hands easily press the lamp outlet that is the light in the swing.

Zanjiil who had been content playing on the lips turned to his wife's smooth neck.

He also inhaled for a moment the smell of his wife's body in the balur handbody.

“Wangi...” said.

Kissky could feel the breath of Zanjiil playing around his neck.

Kiss after kiss given by Zanjiil. Kissky who felt amused, not stopping to raise his neck, he also tried to laugh from the moment he could bear

“Xixi xixi!” As a result of Kissky's laughter, Zanjiil became unfocused.

“Ck!” he who has failed to concentrate stops his kiss.

Zanjiil took off his embrace from Kissky, then he spread his body, with his eyes staring into the blue sky.

“Ky..”

“Hum?”

“If I don't have anything, you still want to be with me?” Zanjiil who was afraid that if he was suddenly thrown out by his father, Kissky would also leave him.

“Depends.” replied Kissky.

“Depends on what?” ask Zanjiil back.

“Depending on your attitude, gambling and drinks I still forgive, but if crazy woman, I will immediately ce..” Zanjiil smothering Kissky's mouth.

“Don't say that, abstain! Later even can be reality.” after that Zanjiil release his hand from Kissky.

...Seriate......